When We Were Orphans
3 journalers for this copy...
'The following day was again hot and humid. I have down the years gone over many times everything I can remember of that day, trying to put the various details in some coherent order. I cannot remember a great deal about the first part of the morning. I have a picture of how I said goodbye to my father as he went off to work. I was already outside, loitering around the carriage track waiting for him to emerge. He eventually did so, in a white suit and hat, holding a briefcase and a stick. He squinted and glanced out towards our gateway. Then, as I waited for him to come towards me, my mother appeared on the doorstep behind him and said something. My father walked back a few steps, exchanged some words with her, smiled, kissed her lightly on the cheek, then came striding out to where I was waiting. That is all I remember of how he left that day. I do not remember now if we shook hands, if he patted my shoulder, if he turned back at the gate for a last wave. My overall recollection is that there was nothing in the manner of his parting that morning to set it apart from the way he had left for work on every other day.' Pages 100-101, When We Were Orphans by Kazuo Ishiguro.
Journal Entry 2 by Bronzewing at Post Office in Cobargo, New South Wales Australia on Friday, November 14, 2003
Released on Friday, November 14, 2003 at Post Office in Cobargo, New South Wales Australia.
In post office box alcove.
In post office box alcove.
Someone else found the book on a bus stop seat and not wanting it themselves offered it to me.
I intend to take it to Canberra this weekend and release it there.
I intend to take it to Canberra this weekend and release it there.
Journal Entry 4 by happy112 from Sydney CBD, New South Wales Australia on Tuesday, February 17, 2004
what a great way to share books, & a good read too.
CAUGHT IN SYDNEY NEW SOUTH WALES AUSTRALIA
CAUGHT IN SYDNEY NEW SOUTH WALES AUSTRALIA